Reading Is Sweet Novels & Stories

Enjoy reading I*- author_isaiah98

The next morning it was still dark, Athita kicked her out of the house, she was so cruel that she only gave her enough money to buy a train ticket, after the beating yesterday, Sweet Pea could not eat, plus With the wound on her body, she tiredly found a place to sit, took out the book she had hidden in her body to read. Sweet Pea loves to read books about medicine, but she always has to secretly read it, if she finds out, she will probably tear it to pieces. Now, she just wants to spend a little time remaining to read this book, before marrying into that house, it is rumored that Young Master Brian is very ugly, has a bad temper, and also has a dog. wolf just Brian knowing that was enough t

Candace enters her room and finds the candy bag in her drawer. She feels a pinky red slowly crawling through her neck till her cheeks. Last night she was sitting on her bed and reading a book while eating those candies. She didn't enjoy the reading since it turned into a boring love story. Her focus slightly shifted to the candies, the familiar smell was spreading around her, their coffee flavored taste, the slippery feeling they left in her tongue...

so waiting for that . happy reading..

I took the note and read it: Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. I kissed thee ere I killed thee: no way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. It was my favourite part of the book. The first sentence being the one I adored the most. I sighed, not sure how I wanted to go about my day. I've got to study, yet that picture I found kept bothering me. I needed answers.

He knew her temper and once she got angry she could kill him without a second thought. Don't get it wrong Sabrina was sweet but when she got angry the world would suffer. After saying those words he gave her some ice cream to calm her down and it always worked every single time. "you are lucky you know that." "Anyway how is you girlfriend. When can I see her again." Johnny was her partner in crime. every time they were together she felt carefree and relaxed around him. She looked at him and hoped that he could live a happy life. ***FLASHBACK****

He smiled and looked back at me with his eyes gleaming brightly. He looked really happy but I was wondering how anyone would like to see me immediately after I wake up. I mean I always look like a ghost. He's being sarcastic, right? I asked myself as I looked back at him but all I see is seriousness but with a smile on his face. HE LOVES ME!!! My brain just finally registered this! I can be really slow at times. Me????? Lawrence Basma loves me. Ahh, my heart can't take it.

"I have a lot of female readers who will not be thrilled with a grave sort of character who enjoyed perusing a poem to his sweetheart and committed to her eternally. That sounds like it might be rather dull, doesn't it? He wasn't trying to get Estela's opinion, yet his remarks affected her. Estela realized that her husband, Peter, had been the "sullen" type of person that Michael Jensen had depicted, right down to reading poetry to her (his poetry). The man across from her would never be able to commit to another person with the same level of sincerity that Peter had committed to her.

"That's so nice of you Miss Monasterio thank you. But don't worry I will be fine. You can leave and enjoy the weekend." She nodded and smiled wider. "Thank you ma'am. By the way, Mr. Samaniego said you should eat first before reading them." she added before turning to leave. I sighed heavily when she closed the door. My eyes constricted as I opened and check what was in the folders. The documents are outlines of a business plan. I snorted. He was really trying to annoy me. He chose to have fun with Lolla while he left me with pages and pages of documents. I sulkily put down the folders and opened the paper bag. There was a sandwich from the deli shop right across the street. There was also a

I asked, exasperatedly. Adrian took a step closer to me, closing the little distance between us. His wet arms grazed my exposed ones and I looked up to meet his gaze. He easily towered over me with his height and made me feel small. This close proximity to him made my heart flutter, and a bundle of excitement clustered in my stomach. His exacting eyes seeped into mine; his warm breath fanned my face, filling my nostrils with the smell of mint and cinnamon. His eyes flickered to my lips, and his eyes darkened as I ran my tongue over my lower lip.